[ Oh he's very aware of where he's got, thanks. At least it gets his hips to stop moving for now, but not without a quiet, needy whine sneaking up and out of him. He tries covering it up with another deep inhale, and it does sound pretty natural with his chest heaving in hot, heavy breaths. ]

The unknown. Breeds fear, anger.

They don't know what I am, what I can do. Just that I need--mm--special treatment.

[ Unless all the other guests get slapped with spiritual artifacts too, just in case. They'd need a priest on board to keep up with that kind of demand, probably, and if that were the case they'd know well enough through the grapevine that he's as good as human like this.

But oooh the warm body pressing even closer to his is once again making it hard for him not to squirm and try to do the same, leaking cock twitching in his stead. His legs don't even put up a fight to being spread, welcoming the other man right on in to do as he pleases, which Akira dearly hopes is continuing to expertly unravel him.

(And stay this close so he can indeed cum on Gregor's nice little outfit. He doesn't even know how nice it really looks, but in the spirit of rebelling against one's captor he's taken by the idea.) ]